Writers: Harburg/Duke



I never knew the charm of spring

I never met it face to face

I never new my heart could sing

I never missed a warm embrace



Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom

Holiday tables under the trees

April in Paris, this is a feeling

That no one can ever reprise



I never knew the charm of spring

I never met it face to face

I never new my heart could sing

I never missed a warm embrace



Till April in Paris

Whom can I run to

What have you done to my heart